A Film Queen

Chapter 232 Daisy’s Letter 

The next day. 

Before they left the mountain, Nirvana took Milly aside to a hidden spot and handed her an aged envelope from his pocket. 

“Emptiness, make sure to read this letter when you’re alone,” he said. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Milly took the envelope, nodding, “Yes, Master.” 

The envelope was a standard one for letters, closed at the top and with no markings on the front. A gentle scent of sandalwood could be detected when it was held close to the nose. 

It seemed to have aged a bit, as there was slight wear visible on the edges. 

“Master, who sent this letter?” Milly asked, holding the letter curiously. 

Being new to this world, she did not know anyone who might send her a letter. Could it have been meant for someone else and given to her by mistake? 

Yet, there was no answer. 

“Master, who is the sender of this letter? Master?” she repeated. 

When she looked up, there was no sign of Nirvana nearby. 

Unbeknownst to her, Nirvana had already left without her knowing. 

Milly carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. 

Written in black ink, the letter was in a clean and graceful hand. 

Milly, hello, it’s as if we’re connecting through this letter. 

My name is Daisy. You might not recall who I am, or perhaps my name doesn’t ring a bell. That’s understandable. Mentioning that I’m George’s grandmother might jog your memory, though I wish our circumstances for reconnecting were different. 

I had looked forward to thanking you face–to–face when you got back, but I’m not sure I can wait until then. So, I’ve decided to write this letter instead and asked Master to pass it along to you. 

“You can be certain that I’ve kept the bracelet you left with me safe and completed the tasks you set out. George is growing up well, and things are unfolding just as you hoped. 

As you said, should fate decide it, I’m confident we’ll see each other again. At that time, I’ll thank you myself for saving my life. 

Please do not worry about me.‘ 

It was just a plain piece of paper. The handwriting was neat and straightforward, with no complex words, yet Milly found herself confused. 

She read the letter three times, her postdoctoral intellect more befuddled than it had ever been over her 

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Chapter 232 Daisy’s Letter 

Daisy was George’s grandmother, a detail Milly knew even before she became Nirvana’s disciple the previous evening. However, the letter suggested a familiarity between Daisy and Milly, not just mere acquaintance, but a deeper connection. 

This was confusing. If Daisy truly knew Milly, why then did she write, “You might not recall who I am“? 

What did this imply? Was the owner of this body experiencing memory loss? 

Furthermore, there were mentions of safeguarding the bracelet and fulfilling assigned tasks. Could the bracelet be initially Milly’s, entrusted to Daisy? This would challenge George’s assertion that the bracelet was a family heirloom from his grandmother! 

And what about these tasks? 

Given their significant age difference, with Daisy likely being at least forty years older, it made no sense. When Daisy was forty, Milly would have been barely more than a baby. How could such a young child delegate tasks to an adult? 

Also, the mention of saving her life was puzzling. When Daisy died, George was just a child, and Milly, being five years younger than George, would hardly have been in a position to save anyone. 

If Daisy indeed knew Milly, George’s surprise at their first encounter in the garden would not make sense. 

Could the letter be a forgery? 

How could a scammer manage to deliver a letter to someone as guarded as Nirvana? 

It’s true that there are depths and layers to every story! 

Milly pressed her lips together lightly, refolded the letter neatly, and slipped it back into the envelope. 

Just then, a deep and melodious bell tolled outside the courtyard, the sound echoing through the air. 

When Milly got to the car, she saw that the entire convoy was still there. 

In the crowd, Anthony and Jonathan were locked in a fierce debate. 

“You sat with Milly when we got here; now it’s my turn to ride back with her!” 

“But we agreed to settle this with rock–paper–scissors. I won fair and square, so I should sit with her!” 

“You have no shame!” 

“You’re the one being ridiculous!” 

The squabble continued. 

The back seat of the Maybach was designed to seat four people facing each other. 

Jordan, being the elder brother, was naturally expected to sit with Milly, as the others would not challenge him, not to mention Apollo, who was always close by Milly, given his significant presence. 

Thus the contention was all about who would get the last available seat 

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